It would be interesting (and convenient), but I’d be cheating and constantly bothered by it. :P
i have stretched your name
as far as it can go
from one smile night of may
to a bitter august midday
but the summer still wants more you
tucked under a dusty gaze,
there are sick little things in people’s hearts that nobody can help cure.
I don’t forget so easily. Show your face and let’s spend time again, I’d like that…and thank you very much.
i like the feeling of a rainy morning taking over the rest of the day. sometimes it leaks over to the following days and nights, just one rainy morning determining the atmosphere for years to come.
is it so bad to keep laughing, even after everything? people are people. ultimately, no one is higher and mightier than the other. please get your dick out of your mouth.
my writing has eloped with my creativity.
in the middle of the day, we found a glass tank in the back of the restaurant and there was a dead snake inside. it was curled up into itself like a spiral.
That was my plan all along!!! Anyway if a photo’s good, it’s good :)
i just want to tell this story really quickly
on our third morning in california two weeks ago, we had breakfast at an ihop across the street from the ritz milner (where i lost a very absolutely tragically beautiful book that i had just started reading). while we ate, a waiter passed by us grumpily, muttering in spanish. my friend started laughing, and when i asked why, she translated what the guy was saying. he said:
“ugh, i’m love again.”
and it was funny because he was geniunely angry with himself.